Marge: Good morning, dear.
Homer: What's my name? What color is the sky? What of donuts? What?!
For the love of God, tell me!
Marge: Homer, the sky is blue, donuts are plentiful, Friday is T.G.I.F.
night on ABC. What's gotten into you?
Homer: Nothing...nothing at all. Let's just eat.
[everyone but Homer eats with long forked tongues]
Homer: Ehh, close enough.
-- A world without cutlery, "Treehouse of Horror V"
